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Oh Carmen, I have been following you for so long and I admire your ability and wiillingness to share your journey. And it is quite a journey. I'm going to tell you this not because I am looking for sympathy but because I want you to know that everybody has their something. Since March, I have been battling breast cancer. It is treatable and I will come out the other side feeling fairly confident that I will be cancer free. So I totally get your feeling of struggling to get up and function every day, to put one foot in front of the other and just keep swimming. Please feel free to message me any time if you need support.


I had, inadvertently, this past week off (or what "off" means to a mother of 6): everyone but the youngest was away (including my husband). Different places, but AWAY. I swear to you, I have not had such a relaxing week in, oh, a quarter of a century, maybe? And a big part of that was NO DRIVING unless I felt like it. I cannot believe how much more centered I feel when I am not running around on someone else's schedule. So here's my recommendation: see if your lifeguard kid can get a ride from another lifeguard or lifeguard's parent. And, I don't know, could your husband do the morning or noon run for the Algebra kid? I'm telling you, I may just rip up my driver's license, once the fall craziness begins again.


You know...it is okay to put limits on activities for kids, or have them find their own way to get there, whether that is walking/biking, carpooling with a friend, or even Uber/Lyft.

I’ve either single parented or effectively been a single parent for years, and the only way to stay sane was to say NO once in a while. No, you cannot do the drama camp unless you help figure out a way to get there every day. No, I cannot drive you back and forth to visit various friends all weekend.

One of the best pieces of parenting advice I ever received was to put on my oxygen mask first, then help my kids with theirs. Me beibg frazzled and a mess does not help myself NOR them.

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  • Carmen Staicer is a whirlwind of energy and execution who rarely sleeps and loves coffee and happens to have six outstanding awesome kids. A concentration of asthma, food allergies, spectrum disorders and learning disabilities means that she has learned more than she ever thought possible and knows less than she ever could imagine. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, boxing (she has her Black Belt in Muay Thai), rowing, sleeping, exploring coffee shops, homeless ministry, photography, and cooking.